It was a ways into July when Mello asked D, "So, what were you planning on for a summer trip?"
"A trip?" asked Matt, looking up from his Gameboy. He'd just managed to level up his butterfree by beating the latest gym leader, so could take a moment to poke into the real world. "What trip?"
"D takes us on trips every summer." In truth, it was because Mr. Wammy and Roger had needed to figure out what to do with the leftover kids from the First Generation, so used them for miscellaneous things such as trip-planning. She was quite good at it, too, being a child herself.
"I was thinking we head to that nice island again, you know, the one from two years ago? It had the most beautiful beaches and it was nice and quiet and almost tropical!"
"…D, are you sure that's a good idea? That's the last place we all went with…well, you know why I'm concerned."
"I know, but I think it's time to reflect upon the positive. It was so very fun, if you remember."
"Yeah, but… Well, if you're sure."
"Anyways, I've just started planning. We'll stay there for…maybe two weeks. Would three be too much? Hmm…" She wandered off in the direction of her room. A few minutes later, B came running down the hall from the direction of her (and his, a door down) room and hid behind Mello.
"She's…she's starting!"
"Yes, B, I know. She does this every year. Why are you hiding?"
"She keeps…asking me for…input!"
"So?" Mello grinned a bit, amused at B's "suffering."
"She just doesn't STOP!"
"So, what do you want me to do about it?" Mello just stood there, letting B keep his lame hiding spot crouched back behind him.
"Hide me."
"Go find your own hiding spot!"
"She'll find me."
"Then find a better hiding spot."
"She'll find me!"
"Then find a better hiding spot!"
"She'll find me!"
"STOP IT!" went Matt, surprising them both. "…or this'll go on forever," Matt said, less confrontationally and yell-y. "You could go to the library and have C hide you."
"No. He's on HER side." He narrowed his eyes and looked from side to side to add to his paranoia effect.
Mello groaned. "Fine, then let's go outside."
"Do we have to?" whined Matt and B at the same time.
"It's either that or-"
"There you are!" D stood triumphantly before them, hands on her hips (well, where her hips should be).
"Eep," went B. Mello just grinned again.
"We're leaving tomorrow morning for the island and I need to get everyone packed, starting with you. Come on." She took B's wrist and started to pull. She didn't get very far. In fact, if there's a negative number one can pull someone, that's where she was taking him. Yes, that does make sense, admit it.
"I don't want to go there," B growled, glaring.
"You don't have a choice. Roger wants you out of the mansion for a while. He says it'll be good for you."
"I don't care what Roger says. I don't want to go."
"If you're living under this roof, you have to do what Roger and Mr. Wammy say. And, since I'm representing them right now, you have to do what I say."
"This is why you should never be given power." B stood and yanked so D was pulled right into Mello. Free, B fled like a marathon runner when the gun is fired.
"B! Get back here!" D sidestepped Mello and ran after him, peasant-style zebra-print skirt rippling like an odd flag. Mello finally burst out laughing, causing Matt to smile as well; Mello had a nice laugh.
"You heard her. We'd better go pack for the trip," the blond finally said, touching Matt's shoulder a bit.
"Um, yeah, okay…" Matt followed.
"Jeg ønsker ikke å gå!" came a yell from down where B and D had gone. It was B's voice.
"Stopp klager og bare begynne å pakke!" replied D with vigor.
"Oh boy, they're fighting in Norwegian," said C, who had just walked to where Matt and Mello were from another hallway.
"What are they saying?" asked Matt.
"He said, 'I don't want to go!' and she said, 'Stop complaining and start packing!'"
"Ne želim ići!" snapped B more forcefully.
"That's Croatian," said Mello. "He said 'I don't want to go!' again."
"Zašto ne? Bit će zabavno!" pleaded D.
"Why not? It'll be fun," translated Mello.
The voices were getting closer and more frenzied as they looped around and came back. B switched to Dutch, according to C, and barked, "Ik betwijfel dat, je psychotische vrouw! Laat me met rust!" which meant, again according to C, "I doubt that, you psychotic woman! Leave me alone!"
D, in response, decided to try to take control of the languages and switch to French. "Je veux que tu viennes avec nous! Tu es mon ami le plus précieux." Mello and C translated at almost the same time, "I want you to go with us! You are my most treasured friend."
"Pourquoi? Je suis aussi le plus effrayant." "Why? I am also the most scary." "Je ne veux pas aller." "I don't want to go."
"I don't want to lose you…"
"I haven't gone anywhere."
"…Please, come."
At this point, they had returned to where Matt and Mello (and C) were, but hadn't noticed. They had also gone to Spanish, which everyone understood, so no more translating.
"Don't give me that face. It's pathetic." B's face almost softened, though. Almost. D continued giving him her most pleading eyes as her lower lip trembled. "Don't be stupid. What would I do on a beach? I'll fry." She didn't stop looking pitiful, but didn't burst out crying outright. Yet. "…You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"…" The silence said it all.
"Fine. You'll regret it, but just once more, I'll let myself be dragged on your meaningless excursion," he said with not quite a snarl as he pushed past her roughly and stormed past the bewildered three in the hall and headed for his room. She was bumped back into the wall with a bit of a thump.
"…Well, that's done with," she said when she could, shaking a bit from the emotion within as well as the stress of arguing with him. She was normally so timid that these little outbursts took quite the toll on her. She looked over at the boys and blushed. "Er…Best get packing!" She hurried past them and after B, but went into her own room for a nice, anxiety-sedative-drugged nap (She was already packed herself). The three went their separate ways, probably to pack.
Yeah, I know, it went to DB again. I SWEAR it'll switch to more MM in the next chapter! At least I have something going now :p Thanks to my readers!
And thanks to my beta, blue-eyes27 on ffn :D Really helped smooth the rough edges! And somewhat Mus, who didn't do much after blue-eyes fixed it, but oh well XD
Eh, not so fond of this chap, but oh well :\ Let's call it transition, which...it really is. Anywho XP I own nothing but D and C and the story~